Classic Poem

‘But knew she that I saw her, Power benign?’
Turning, I ask'd; he answer'd—‘When the light,
That clothes a blessed one, glows doubly bright,
Of some new joy is this the outward sign.
The mirror of th' Intelligence Divine
Shows her all good; because she knew the grace
That was vouchsafed thee, was it that her face
Thou saw'st with such transcendent lustre shine.’
‘I thank thee, blessed Spirit!’ I replied;
‘Now all is well; I go with heart content
My purgatorial suffering to abide.
I shall rejoin her, when my term is spent.’
The Angel smiled, then vanish'd from my side,
And I address'd me to the steep ascent.